Empty Secrets (Back Down Devil MC #5.5)

Empty Secrets (Back Down Devil MC #5.5)

London Casey & Karolyn James



EMPTY SECRETS


A Back Down Devil MC Novella

Jett is okay with wearing the Back Down Devil MC patch, fighting for the club's honor, and staying clear of trouble and anything that resembles commitment. After a good 'ole fashioned bar fight, the last thing Jett expects to find is a woman passed out on his motorcycle.



Worse yet, she's covered in blood.

When Lena comes to and realizes where she is, her mind begins to scramble. The name of the game is survival. At all costs. She tells the sexy biker - Jett - that she can't remember anything... but the more time she spends with Jett the closer she puts him and the MC in danger.

With a target on her back, Lena has to make the biggest decision of her life... the question is - how many hearts will be broken? And who will make it out alive?





one.



No day was really that bad of a day unless you were killed, and if that happened, what the f*ck did it matter? You were dead.

Jett managed to take two deep drags on a cigarette before the waitress came running over to the table, loose strands of pretty black hair dancing around her, her face turning white, eyes big and innocent. Her body spoke other things though. Maybe she was innocent on the outside, but Jett could tell she was a f*cking freak in the sack. She probably liked to bite, or be bitten, or some crazy shit like that.

“Sir, you can’t smoke in here,” the waitress said.

Her voice was high, squeaky, stuck between enjoying the conflict with a dirty biker like Jett and maybe fearing the fact that his leather cut read Back Down Devil MC.

“I don’t see any No Smoking signs,” Jett said.

“It’s the law,” the waitress said.

“Sweet thing,” Blaine chimed in, “what’s your name?”

“It’s got to be something good,” Jace added.

Blaine and Jace were patched in members, but they were also table members. To Jett, it was all bullshit. A leather cut was a leather cut. And anyone at the table was at the mercy of Miller’s final decision. The closest to get to changing things was if Gaige put up a fight. But lately, there hadn’t time for that. Gaige had fallen in love, a bomb had gone off at the compound and almost took Erik’s life. Some nurse and Brody were hooking up, after something happened with drugs involving the hospital where Erik was getting released from soon.

The world was round, the world spun around, and time kept going on. That’s how Jett got through everything. Time would move on. He could make a complete dick of himself right now in front of this pretty waitress, but not give a damn because there were a million other pretty waitresses to go after, if he wanted.

Plus, there was a plan to all this.

The waitress looked at Blaine. “I’m not telling you my name.”

“That’s a little rude,” Jett said. He started to move the still lit cigarette to his lips.

“You can’t do that!” the waitress yelled.

Now people started to look at Jett and the table. He let out a laugh and slowly put the cigarette to his plate and put it out. “There you go, beautiful. Now tell me your name.”

“Hey, Stacey, we’ll see you later,” a man said as he walked by the waitress. He gently patted her shoulder and smiled.

“Thank you, Mr. G,” the waitress - Stacey - said.

“Stacey,” Jett said. “Goddamn.”

“That’s perfect,” Blaine said. “Hey, sweet thing, your hair is long enough for me to wrap it around my hand about ten times while I’m pulling. Get it? I’ll f*ck you so hard you’ll loose that little squeak to your voice.”

Stacey gasped and started to shake. “Get out of here.”

I reached for Stacey’s wrist and gently touched it. I slowly stood up and towered over her. “We can’t do that. We need to talk to Angelo. That’s why we’re here. You know that, don’t you?”

Stacey swallowed hard. “Are you gangsters? Or the mob?”

“No,” Jett said. “We’re Back Down Devil. We make sure there’s no problems in Frelen.”

“You’re too late,” Stacey said. “Papa has been getting death threats.” Her eyes suddenly filled with tears.

Jett looked back at the table. Jace gave a thumbs up. Blaine looked surprised. He put his hands to his chest and started to pinch his fingers together. That was Blaine. Everything was hardcore sex.

It piqued Jett’s interest enough that he looked down and saw right down the top of Stacey’s shirt.

No wonder the old men in town were fans of the chick.

Jett reached forward and touched her white buttoned down shirt. He buttoned an extra button and looked at Stacey. “Don’t give it away. Just take me to Angelo.”

“Are you going to hurt him?” Stacey asked.

“I can’t say a thing, beautiful. I’m trying to be nice right now. But if you don’t take me to Angelo in two minutes I’m going to f*cking take out my gun and really make some noise here.”

“Okay.” Stacey turned and walked. Jace and Blaine followed Jett.

The restaurant wasn’t exactly packed, but full enough that everyone there looked at the guys in Back Down Devil MC with concerning eyes. Everyone had a right to judge what they saw, but they didn’t know the true law and justice the MC brought to town.